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Dies mei sicut vmbra declinauerunt, & ego sicut fenum arui.
My dayes passiden as schadow of liȝt,
And I wexide drye as dooþ the gras;
I wente as man with-outen myȝt,
Where-so I trad was blody tras.
Whanne I þus deolfully was diȝt,
That neuere dyde ony trespas,
Centurio seyde, “We doon vnriȝt,
For truly Goddis Sone this was.”
And I wexide drye as dooþ the gras;
I wente as man with-outen myȝt,
Where-so I trad was blody tras.
Whanne I þus deolfully was diȝt,
That neuere dyde ony trespas,
Centurio seyde, “We doon vnriȝt,
For truly Goddis Sone this was.”
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